lights of the tourist town reflected on the dark waters
henry was walking towards the café
where men and women were talking loudly, and drinking wine,
live music was playing
he stopped
took the broad stone steps down to the water
a motorboat there
was calling him
his eyes took in the outboard motor,
the boards where he could sit
the small pronged anchor in the bows
he laid his wallet and his cell phone on the step
got into the boat
pulled the cord on the motor
cast off
and set out towards the sea
he knew not where he was heading
he suspected he would not last long
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